Just got home after spending a couple of hours down on the Strip. As it usually does after being in crowds of people, my mind is awash with imagery which I am trying to type down for posterity...
...A pair of ladies, topless except for body paint, parading themselves down the sidewalk near Planet Hollywood.
...A little Hispanic girl, probably 7 or 8 years old, dutifully helping what appears to be her mother looking for aluminum cans in the trash cans by the escalator to the ped walkways at Bally's, such an incongruous sight amongst the glam and glitter.
...The various hustlers soliciting groups of rowdy young guys to head to a strip joint.
...Parents with kids in strollers, heading along seeing the sights, lights, and sounds. What would the perception be to the little one in the stroller? Would he or she look in wonder, or be sleeping oblivious to the maelstrom swirling around them?
...Metro Police officers, standing easy by their cruisers off behind Showcase, ready to leap into action to serve and protect, or to be oppressive ogres of the state, depending on your own point of view and whether you are victim or suspect.
...An attractive lady, playing penny slots, wearing an outfit which tightly accents her luscious assets, oblivious to the fact one of her nipples is in plain view to all and sundry.
...Boozy boisterous young men and women, who come to enjoy themselves and to seemingly drink and party themselves to oblivion, seemingly heedless of potential consequences.
Take it all together, and you have a typical early spring Friday night/early Saturday morning on the Strip.
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